Love

What a complicated word that has become and yet it is such a simple thing that babies can both experience it and produce it.

Human beings seem to need everything explained in human terms and we are finite creatures, or at least most of us believe we are.  We live.  We die.

We talk about God, but only in human terms.  Like children who need their storybooks anthropomorphized we create a god in images we see around us.  Jealous, demanding, needy, all those petty human elements that cover up what must be the most ineffable power we have ever wanted to know.

The concept of anything being endless is hard for humans.  Milk comes in quarts.  Meat in pounds.  Time in days and weeks and years.  We use things up and then they are gone.

Love, like god,  is ineffable, endless, eternally there for the experiencing.  Manifested in ways both understood and incomprehensible, it rules our world through our understanding and misunderstanding of it.

On a day dedicated to one tiny aspect of love I want to celebrate by expanding the concept.  If the ocean were love and it spilled out over the world, I think it would cover everything.